Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

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Fu Han put his hand on the back of Wen Qingyue's head, and pressed her against the door, knocking against the door with the weight of two people.

Wen Qingqing snorted, put his hands in the middle, and pushed him coldly, "Fu Han, get out!"

But Fu Han grabbed her hands, lifted them over her head, pressed against the door, and blocked her lips at the same time.

"Ugh... you bastard..."

The cold voice was full of accusations, and the breathing gradually became disordered and intermittent, and it became more and more inexplicable and ambiguous.

He bit her lips and grinded them lightly, then skillfully and gently pried open her white teeth, like a frog boiled in warm water, eating away at her anger little by little, and leading her into the abyss of desire.

The strange thing is that she can follow his way every time, obviously she can resist, but she has the feeling of being firmly trapped by him, deep in the quagmire.

He is very good at this kind of thing, hooking her up and down in the sea of ​​desire, forgetting all troubles.

Every quarrel seems to end like this, and then the atmosphere turns sour, and she forgets the principle and the reason for her anger, and finally nothing happens.

After the kiss, Fu Han loosened the restraint on her hands, held her face, and said heavily, "Yueyue, Happy New Year."

Wen Qingyue looked at him and didn't speak, feeling very complicated. Fu Han put her in a non-embarrassing position, and it was pointless to continue arguing with him. There would be no results in the quarrel, and it would only be unpleasant in the end.

But asking her to pretend nothing happened made her feel uncomfortable.

Fu Han wiped off the sparkle from her lips with his fingers, "Just now Wanyu came to tell me about the New Year's red envelope, I sealed a red envelope for her, and when I got the red envelope, I took out the gift from you and rolled it on the ground. She picked it up for me. stand up……"

While talking, Wen Qingyue saw him take something out of his coat pocket, clenched his fist and stretched it out in front of him, and opened his hand, a small black brocade box lay quietly in his palm.

"New Year's gift, open it and have a look." Fu Han gently induced her with a coaxing tone.

Wen Qingyue's eyelashes twitched slightly, looking at the brocade box without moving.

Judging from the shape and size, it was probably a ring inside.

Even though she was touched a little in her heart, she couldn't break the entanglement in her heart at the moment, and she couldn't let go of her posture and make up.

Fu Han fixed his gaze on her.

For a long time, Wen Qing seemed to hear him sigh vaguely, and then he opened the brocade box by himself, and the opal stone ring showed her its beauty.

Fu Han's Adam's apple rolled, his thin lips parted slightly, "This is an opal stone ring, she asked me what is the meaning of giving you this ring."

He was very good at picking places to stop, Wen Qingming didn't wait for his next words, the curiosity in his heart had been aroused, and he looked up at him.

Fu Han was waiting for a rabbit, but when she raised her eyes, she bumped into his trap, trapped and unable to escape.

"I thought you didn't want to know." There was a smirk on his lips, a wicked, provocative smile.

This feeling of being held by him made Wen Qingyue quite uncomfortable, and she said stiffly: "I really don't want to know, get out of the way after you finish talking, I'm tired and want to rest."

Her tone was cold and swishing, but she was a little bit caught out, and she became angry from embarrassment.

Fu Han smiled lowly and didn't move away. He took out the ring and quickly put the brocade box back into his pocket. While hugging her, he took the opportunity to put the ring on her ring finger, and whispered to her ear: "Ou Porphyrite is a gemstone that combines the beauty of all gemstones, just like you, I am the colored gemstones and broken diamonds..."

Wen clearly felt that he was putting a ring on her finger, without struggling, and let him hold her, and listened to his explanation in his ear, "I want to accompany you to create a beautiful life that belongs to us."

After saying that, Fu Han took a step back, looked down at her, and waited for her reaction.

Wen Qingyue's eyes moved slightly, she raised her hand, looked at the radiant ring on the ring finger of her left hand, and what he said while leaning over her ear was in her mind.

It would be a lie to say that she was not moved, she was emotionally surging at the moment, the initial jealousy and anger were completely swallowed up, and they were suppressed to an unknown corner of her heart.

Fu Han waited for a while, but got no response from her, his thin lips moved, "Yue..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Wen Qingyue suddenly approached, hooked his neck, and touched his lips with her toes.

She kissed him chaotically, a little eagerly, and bit his lips with a little force, Fu Han frowned lightly, but her clear eyes were aroused by her.

Fu Han put his arms around her waist, took the initiative, crushed her luscious lips, entangled with her lips and tongue, exchanged and entangled breath, regardless of you and me.

The two hugged and kissed, moved staggeringly, and got caught by the sofa. Fu Han's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into the sofa.

Wen Qingyue stood on the side of the sofa and looked down at him condescendingly, her red lips were slightly parted for breathing, and her lips were glistening.

After such an interruption, Fu Han hid his eyes and smiled silently, then moved his long legs towards the front of the sofa, supported the sofa and sat up, raised his eyes to look at Wen Qingyue, and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Wen Qingyue didn't answer him, walked around the sofa, walked up to him, and pushed him.

Fu Han fell back and half leaned on the sofa. Before he knew how to get back, he felt his legs sink. Wen Qingyue sat on his lap, leaning his upper body against him, holding his face tightly. Kissed up.

Her long hair fell down, as if enveloping him and her in a narrow world.

Fu Han's surprised pupils dilated slightly, and Wen Qingyue used all the skills she had learned from him on him, even if she was almost embarrassed, it was enough to make him startled, and his reason was completely swallowed up.

After the kiss was over, both of them gasped as if they were drowning.

Wen Qingyue sat on him and looked at him, her small face was blushing, her red lips glistened with water, her eyes were dizzy with water, rippling with a different kind of style, soul-stirring.

Between men and women, a look is enough to start a prairie fire, Wen Qingyue reached out to pick up the button of his shirt, but her fingers trembled a little, and she couldn't untie it for a long time.

Fu Han laughed lightly, and then he was glanced at. Instead, he felt more comfortable, and sat up with his arms around her waist, "It's not the first time, why are your hands still shaking?"

The clothes on the two of them had been rubbed and wrinkled, and the skins that were stuck together were terribly hot.

Wen Qing stared at him, but still didn't answer.

Her appearance is delicate, arrogant and cute, which is extraordinarily attractive.

Fu Han's desire surged, his Adam's apple rolled, he pinched her chin and wanted to kiss her, but she avoided him.

He froze for a moment, but the person on his body lowered his head and kissed him on the neck.

Fu Han's hand holding her waist tightened instinctively, his heart beat faster, but his soft lips left his neck. Immediately afterwards, he felt the collar being pulled, and the sound of something colliding sounded. The petals occasionally touched the skin at his collarbone through the thin shirt.

She... was unbuttoning his shirt with her teeth, and the sound was that the teeth and the buttons collided.